Am I a Fickle Fairy?

N.B: this post is picture heavy but I do get to the point - eventually!

This Bank holiday weekend has been an unusual one in our part of the world. 

First up there was this

which encouraged a lot of running around outdoors with a camera and taking shots like this

This maple was only £3 from Tesco!

My favourite part of the garden - completely ramshackle

and a classic shot of a hover fly from Little Sis

The blackbird was singing his merry little head off in the cherry tree

And Mr Gnome was basking by the pond

(No Swedish furniture manufacturers I  will NOT push him in!)

Ned was bathed

And Jessie Dog had a summer trim

Who - me?

Oh - for shame!

Elsewhere the kitchen was taken over by Little Sis frantically trying to finish her art project

and Mr K transformed our lovely Farrow and Ball sage coloured front door to - er - this ...

(My eyes hurt!)

But the main event took place today.

Each Bank Holiday weekend there is a huge market and car boot sale nearby - and I mean huge as in, well, very big indeed. After getting up at some unearthly hour of the morning we geared ourselves up, withstood the twenty minute journey and by 10.30am (!) we were there (and do you know other people were up and about at that time as well). I knew what it was I was looking for and vowed not to be thrown off course. I was on the lookout for some old bedside cabinets that could be easily restored with a splash of Annie Sloan paint. What I came back with was

a lovely hand painted plate from around 1910

a set of bowls from the 1930's

which rascal stuck the Midas stamp on upside down?

A range of tablecloths for 25p each

including this Bobby Dazzler

And this rather nice cupboard thing

(I actually haggled for this and got £2 off - you'd think I'd won the lottery!)

The man on the stall said it was deco but the label was for a firm that was trading in the 1950's - have you heard of them?

I found it in myself to resist these

Helllpppp uuuuussss..!

but to be fair that wasn't really too difficult.

My question is this - am I a fickle fairy?

I think my finds today cover pretty much every decade of the last century!

Although I would love to be someone who could indulge in one particular style I find it hard to maintain interest. I just about think I might have found my niche, my little 'yes - THIS is who I am' and then someone points in a different direction and off I go a-wandering again. It's the same with crafts - yes I love my wool and sewing, but to be fair I've really enjoyed weaving in the past, and painting - but I'm keen to make a rag rug and what's all this felting about. Oh and I'm having a little go at free hand machine embroidery. Patchwork - now that looks like fun but - WHOOOOOOA THERE SKIPPY- slow down. I love to discover new things but at what stage are you supposed to think 'okay that's enough, find something you enjoy and stick with it'. It's the same with my home - kind people say it's a bit eclectic - others might say 'ooh now that's - er - interesting'. Maybe it's a phase - maybe I'll reach the ripe old age of 89 and suddenly think 'I know my mind and it shall be only G-plan and crimplene from now on!' 

Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Am I over thinking the matter (yes you are!)? Am I alone in my fickle ways or are there more of you out there?

Hmmmm?

Jane

xxx